When in Paris E4 | My solo travel starts with unexpected gay sex (Patreon)

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Continued directly after the last story….

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“Ah…” I whine into his mouth as he grips a little too roughly on my boner, causing my zipper to push into me. He loosens his grip and gives my bottom lip a last small bite before pulling away. 

“Ready?” Mathieu tugs at my zipper without pulling it down. 

“I… don't know…” 

I want to.

But…

I want to…

“What did you want out of your big solo adventure?” Mathieu asks, toying with me by brushing the back of his hand along the length of my shaft through my pants. 

“I don’t know…”

Should I touch him too?

“You do know.” With his other hand, he pulls his underwear down. I think his cock was angled downwards before that, because his meaty dick started to grow quickly once it was free. It bounced on its climb, tempting me to touch it. “You can touch.”

“I’m not sure…” I stammer, watching his dick grow harder despite no stimulation. 

“You never touch another man before?” Mathieu suddenly grabs both my hands, and I shudder at the intimacy. He puts my hands on his lightly furry chest, and I feel like he can probably feel my fingers tremble. He moves my hands down his body, sliding down in parallel motion until we reach the burning heat of his groin. 

“Mathieu…”

“Grab it.” He kisses me, and my left hand wraps around his shaft. 

Oh fuck, it’s so stiff.

“I like this too.” He moves my right hand to his balls and I caress the warm heavy sack. 

Fuck, I have a man’s cock and balls in my hands.

I don’t know if he was thrusting or I started stroking. In any case, the action came naturally to us and soon I had his uncut cock pumping in and out of my fist. 

It’s alive. It’s throbbing. It gets harder and softer depending on the rhythm of what we’re doing.

“It is easier with the foreskin, isn’t it?” Mathieu looks down and I look down too at his mushroom head sliding in and out of its hood. “Let’s get into the bed. But, you have to get undressed for that.” 

With a step back, his stiff shaft leaves my hands and Mathieu flops sideways onto the bed, looking at me with expectations. 

This is my chance to stop. It doesn’t have to go any further than this. This could be the whole exploration experience already.

“I hope you won’t mind,” Mathieu says and begins to stroke himself slowly. “I like the undressing part.” 

Spurred on by his excitement, I take off my shirt and enjoy the twinkle in his eyes. I watch him check my body out and jerk himself off, then I take down my pants. 

Then all of his focus is on my bulge. 

Just like how all my blood is in my bulge. 

“Come.” 

I kneel on his bed, and he sits up to kiss me, pulling me down into a bed that smells exactly like him. 

We make out, and he flips so that I’m on my back. 

“Ah…” I can’t help moaning as his bare groin grinds on me. The stiffness of his member rubs against mine.

“You like that?” he moans into my mouth. “I know you want it, beau gosse.”

“Ah…” I can’t admit it in words, but my body just reacts back, pushing against his thrusts so I can feel his body’s energy against mine. 

Then suddenly I’m on my side, and his cock is pressed up against my butt as he caresses the front of my body. His kisses on my neck drive me into a frenzy, and I accept all that’s happening.

I’m with a stranger in Paris.

“I want to fuck you.”

He’s going to fuck me.

“Let me touch you.” Mathieu bites my ear, hard enough to show me he means business. 

“Ok…” I moan and his hand slips up my underwear and grabs my shaft. “Ah!”

“You are very wet.” His palm goes past my sensitive head. Quick as lightning, he pulls my boxers down.

“AH!” The feeling of his rock-hard shaft in my crack is unlike anything I’ve experienced! 

“I want to fuck you,” Mathieu repeats, and I feel his tip pointed at my hole. “Do you consent?”

I chuckle at the direct nature of the question, and then fall back into the heat of the moment as he fondles my dick. “Oh fuck…” 

“Cut dicks need a little more saliva,” he mutters in my ear and spits loudly into his hand. Part of his saliva lands on my face, and I have no time to wipe it off before his wet hand wraps around my shaft again. 

“Oh fuck!!!!” 

“Let go, James. You came halfway around the world to let go.” His hand slides easily up and down my boner. “Let it go.”

“Yeah.. oh fuck!” I arch back into him and he kisses my neck feverishly. 

“Can I fuck you?” 

“Fuck!” 

“Tell me you want it.” Mathieu licks my ear.

“AH! Fuck! I want it!” My heart pounds out of my chest as he gets me closer. “FUCK!” 

His dick slips into me, making me clench down immediately. 

“You need to want it.” He palms the head of my cock. “Let it go.”

“AHhhhH!” The feeling is so intense! He feels huge!

“That’s it…” Mathieu coos in my ear. “Putain… that’s it…”

“Ahh..AHhHH..AHHHHH!” I feel my ring stretching to accommodate the length of him, until the heat of his balls were on the inside of my thighs. “AHHH!!”

“So tight…” he whispers while sucking on my neck. “This is going to be a big orgasm for you.”

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” I can’t stop moaning as he strokes me slowly, pumping into me in harmony. 

“You are a beautiful man. Un beau gosse,” Mathieu lets go off my cock briefly to rub the rest of my body. Then, he spits in his hand again and gets back to stroking me. “You are close?”

“Yeah…fuck!” 

“Do you want to cum?”

“Yeah!” I expose my neck to him in desire to feel his facial hair tickle me further.

“It is better if I could go harder. That will be okay?”

Harder?

My brain hesitates, but my body says yes. 

“AH!” He buries himself into me and the feeling starts to get out of my control. “OH my god!” 

“This is where you can let it go,” Mathieu grunts with effort. 

“I’m going to cum soon!” I say with a shaky voice. Not that I needed to say it. I’m sure my cock is as hard as steel. 

“Let it go. Don’t be afraid of your orgasm. Don’t be afraid to tell me what you want.”

“AH! Fuck!” I squirm under his pummelling. 

“What do you want?” His hot breath blows on my face. 

“I want to cum! I want to cum!” I start moving my body freely, letting myself naturally back up on him to meet him on his thrust. His dick hits a spot in me that elevates the pleasure, making the pressure build up to my chest. 

“Tell me what you need!” Mathieu’s hot breath burns my ear. 

“Harder!”

“Yeah?”

“Harder! Fuck!!”

“YEAH?” He rails into me. 

“FUCK! Oh MY GOD!” For the first time ever, I feel my hole clench around something as I spurt. Suddenly, the thrusts are too much to handle!

He figures it out immediately, and slows down his pumps. Instead of the rapid fire shots, he focuses on pumping deep inside me. 

“AH!” 

“Fais-toi plaisir…” He bites my earlobe.

“AH!” I look down at my cock spurting copious amounts of white juice. 

“MM…” Mathieu grunts into my ear with a particularly deep thrust. My ass squeezes around him with no conscious effort on my part. 

“Ah…ah…” I groan at the intense climax, unable to feel my toes from how hard I’m clenching them. I thrash and punch the bed as he stays deep in me but strokes my cock hard. “Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!” I end by burying my face into his pillow. 

It smells just like him.

“I cum too,” he moans, speeding up gradually. It doesn’t feel faster than it was before, but now the feeling is impossible to handle. 

I was just about to stop him when he leaves me with a wet pop. Then, I feel the hot liquid jet on my back, with a couple drops landing on my shoulder and neck. 

“Putain… oh putain…c’est bon ça…”

“Oh…oh my god…oh my god…” I laugh at the ticklish sensation of his never ending streams on my back in my post-orgasm state. 

“Welcome to…” 

“FUCK!” My hole throbs uncontrollably as he slides back in. 

“...Paris.” Mathieu hugs me from behind and I giggle against it. “Let it go, James. It’s okay. Just enjoy it.”